(Minghui.org) My food processing factory was very busy in the winter of 2019, with a lot of orders coming in before the Chinese New Year. To meet demand, I helped to prepare noodles using the automated noodle-making machine.
A supplier came to deliver eggs while I was working. I carried on making the noodles with my left hand and stuck my right hand into my pocket to find some change to pay for the eggs.
While I was distracted, my left hand got caught in the roller of the noodle-making machine. The pain came and I screamed for help, but the high-speed roller didn’t stop and kept crushing my hand. By the time the other workers reacted and cut off the power, my left hand had been trapped in the roller for a while.
When my hand was removed from the machine, it was too horrible to look at. The skin on the back of it, from the wrist down to my fingers, had all come off, revealing the bones. There was a pool of blood on the floor.
My husband and the workers wanted to take me to the hospital right away. I calmed my mind and said to Master Li, the founder of Falun Dafa, quietly, “Master, your disciple must pass this test.”
However, I had human thoughts popping up, and, pushed by my family, I thought it was better that I go to the hospital to get it cleaned up. After the doctor and nurse did that, I asked to go home, but neither my family nor the doctor agreed.
On my third day in the hospital, I thought, “I am a practitioner and have Master to take care of me, so I must go home.” I pulled out the needle in my left hand and removed the other tubes and wires that were strapped to me. I wanted to go home, but my family was very worried about my hand. I begged for Master’s empowerment, but it didn’t work.
I then realized that I was at odds with my family, and when my mother heard that my hand might have to be amputated, her blood pressure shot up and she became bedridden.
Master’s Fa appeared in my mind:
“From the start, I have been teaching in a way that’s responsible both to those who want to learn our practice and society. It has gone quite well, and the practice has had a widely positive impact.” (The First Talk, Zhuan Falun)
My behavior shouldn’t have a negative impact, nor should I cause people to misunderstand Dafa. I should be responsible to my family, the doctor, and the nurse.
I said to the nurse, “Let me have an injection for now, but after that, I must go home today.”
My husband asked, “Why do you want to go home? Your family is here. Who else do you miss?"
I cried and said, “I miss Master!”
“Right, your Master isn’t here,” my husband replied. “Okay, I’ll take you home.”
The doctor came to talk to me and asked what guarantee I had that I would get well at home. I clarified the facts to him about Dafa. He had treated me before I began to cultivate, and I also knew his father who was also a doctor. I talked to him about what Master said: “It’s known that illness is actually seventy percent psychological and thirty percent physical.” (The Sixth Talk, Zhuan Falun)
I reminded the doctor that I’d had congenital curvature of the spine, which he diagnosed, and that his father had treated me for platelet disorder, but it didn’t work. However, both ailments disappeared after I started practicing Falun Dafa. So I told him that, when I went home I would do the Dafa exercises and my hand will soon heal.
Seeing that I was determined, the doctor discharged me after I signed the paperwork. At home, my husband was furious. He threw the plates, bowls, and cups on the dining table in anger. My relatives came and tried to talk me into going back to the hospital, but I wasn’t moved. When my brother saw that I wouldn't budge, he went to seek help from Ms. Hu, a fellow practitioner.
Ms. Hu called me and asked, “Do you feel super competent?”
Her words gave me a wake-up call, and I began to look inward. Before the accident, I had been tied up with work and had slacked off in studying the Fa and doing the exercises, which was taken advantage of by the old forces and caused this tribulation.
When I tried to awaken people’s consciences, I didn’t cultivate my speech and had a show-off mentality. I’d had three car accidents but was unscathed, so I often mentioned them and my zealotry flared up. After I began to cultivate, I had never been to the hospital, so I often bragged about that to my family members as well.
Master said, “The desire to show off plus the attachment of zealotry are most easily exploited by the demonic part of your mind.” (“Definitive Conclusion,” Essentials for Further Advancement)
I never wondered if my family could accept what I said or not. I only wanted to validate myself and lacked kindness. I even went as far as forcing my daughter to go and stay with her in-laws, not allowing her to cook for me.
As I looked inward, I became calmer. I asked for Master’s empowerment to snap out of this tribulation and negate the illusion of my hand being mangled.
I sat on my bed in the meditation position. I closed my eyes, without a trace of distraction, and I called out in my heart, “Master! Your disciple did something wrong. I hurt my hand in the human world. There are still many things your disciple needs to do to validate the Fa. Master, please strengthen your disciple and help my hand to return to normal.”
A scene then appeared in my mind: Master was very tall and magnificent. I stood in front of him with my hands pressed together in front of my chest. I wasn't even as tall as the top of Master’s folded legs and realized that I was only a tiny particle in the universe and that Master's power is boundless. With that, I became relaxed right away.
At night, after my family went to sleep, I quietly lifted the gauze on my hand and saw that it was swollen. I knew that Master was helping me. Lying in bed, I recited part of Master’s poem: “… Each and every barrier must be broken through ...” (“Tempering the Will,” Hong Yin)
Now I was entangled by family members who were being controlled by sentimentality. I wanted to cut the thread of sentimentality with the sword of wisdom and uproot the sentiment between myself and my children, husband, and parents one by one.
As I thought about this, I felt my whole body surrounded by energy. I could feel Master and fellow practitioners, who had been sending righteous thoughts for me, empowering me. With that, my environment also changed, and my family no longer tried to force me to do what they wanted.
But it wasn’t as simple as I had thought. Each of my finger joints were severely swollen and a yellow liquid oozed from the wound. The skin on my palm was as dark as charcoal, and my finger joints bled when I moved my fingers.
After my daughter came home from work, she asked me with concern, “Does it hurt? Did they ooze again?” She then called the doctor without letting me listen in.
At night, my attachments surfaced and I was visibly moved. Master gave me a hint in a dream: Two former classmates came to give me an injection. Just then the gauze on my hand came off, and my hand was as good as new. I knelt down and said to them, “Dafa's Master healed this. Do you think I still need injections?”
The Buddha Law is omnipotent, and Master’s magnificent power is boundless. How could I be moved by human attachments? I should rectify my relationship with ordinary people. Their behavior targeted my attachments, which I should eliminate.
I kept reciting the Fa at home and studied Master’s new lectures intensively. I tried to take care of myself as best as I could, worked on my xinxing, and treated issues based on the Fa.
I studied the Fa in the morning and went out in the afternoon to clarify the facts and awaken people’s consciences. I set a busy schedule for myself.
The doctor had warned me to never let my wounded hand come in contact with water, but I remembered Master's words,
“The fact is simply that anyone who really does have an energy like gong will leave traces of it on whatever he or she touches, shining and radiant, without even consciously emitting it.” (The Sixth Talk, Zhuan Falun)
Before the Chinese New Year, I washed my own clothes and curtains and cleaned up the house. A little over 40 days after the accident, I could use both hands to make dumplings, which was contrary to what the doctor had said I’d ever be able to do, which was that it would forever be disabled.
But under Master’s protection and by cultivating Dafa, my hand returned to normal and was fully functioning. Other than a scar on the back of my hand, nobody would have noticed it without looking closely. My recovery validated the power of Dafa and changed people’s attitudes about Dafa.
The very last time I went to the hospital to get the stitches out, I validated the extraordinary power of Dafa to the doctor and nurse. I even helped the nurse quit the Youth League and Young Pioneers, two of the Chinese Communist Party's youth organizations.
When the other villagers saw me, they said Falun Dafa was truly miraculous. Some of them held my hand and wanted to talk about it. Before that, I’d had to walk up to them to hand them Dafa informational materials. Now they came to me to take the materials.
I truly appreciate Master and Dafa for giving me a new hand, as well as an opportunity to turn a bad thing into a good thing. Only by cultivating solidly and walking every step well in my future cultivation can I be worthy of the title of Falun Dafa disciple.
My brother was driving a van to pick up some goods and I was sitting beside him, when he suddenly told me that he’d lost control of the wheel. Before I could finish telling him to quickly say “Falun Dafa is good!” we already had a collision.
He instinctively turned the wheel sharply to the left to avoid the oncoming car, but it slammed into the passenger side door. Our car flipped over onto its side, putting me at the bottom and my brother on the top. There was broken glass stuck all over my face.
I soon heard noise from a crowd of people that had gathered around, and one person said, “The person on top is fine, but the bottom one is probably dead.”
When my brother tried to get out of the car, the blood from his head dripped onto my face. I also struggled to get out. My head felt so heavy, and my face was covered in blood and broken glass. I quietly kept reciting “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!”
Someone who happened to live nearby took us to the hospital. The doctor checked me over and said, “Your eyes are so bright, you're fine. You can go home and clean yourself up.”
After I returned home, my daughter helped me remove the glass fragments from my face. My hair was also cut by the glass, so she helped me tidy it up.
After I woke up the next morning, I stood in front of the mirror and saw that my face looked fine. Only by examining it closely could I see a little broken skin, otherwise, it looked impeccable.
I headed out to the market after lunch to clarify the facts. My husband hired a tow truck to take the van to the repair shop. The mechanic looked at the damage and said, “It seems the driver would have come out fine, but how about the person in the passenger seat?”
The person who went with my husband asked, “Did your wife really sit there? She must be seriously injured. Which hospital is she in? Let’s go see her.”
When my husband told him that I was at the market, neither he nor the mechanic believed him. Then my husband called me to have me tell them where I was.
People found it really hard to believe that I was OK after being involved in such a serious car accident. It was only because Master protected me.
Dafa is miraculous and wonderful; its power is omnipotent. These are only a few examples of Dafa’s power in the human world. Dafa can bring good fortune to human beings, but Dafa’s greatest ability is to help people to return to their original true selves.